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martes, 11 de noviembre de 2014

My notes from Kundera Part VII of Immortality

2.… but that enormous perfection
overwhelms us, it surpasses the capacity of our memory…

3.It was necessary at last to end the
terror of the immortals.

4.‘I don’t deny those symphonies their
perfection,’ continued Paul. ‘I only deny the importance of that perfection. Those
super-sublime symphonies are nothing but cathedrals of the useless. They are
inaccessible to man. They are inhuman. We exaggerated their significance. They made
us feel inferior. Europe reduced Europe to fifty works of genius which it never
understood. Just think of this outrageous inequality: millions of Europeans
signifying nothing, against fifty names signifying everything! Class inequality
is but an insignificant shortcoming compared to this insulting metaphysical
inequality, which turns some into grains of sand while endowing others with the
meaning of being!’

5.… she blushed, it is a beautiful
thing when a woman blushes; at that instant her body no longer belongs to her;
she doesn’t control it; she is at its mercy; oh, can there be anything more
beautiful than the sight of a woman violated by her own body!

6.‘Literature will die out, and stupid
poetic phrases will remain to drift over the world,’ I remarked.

7.And at that moment I understood him
at last: if we cannot accept the importance of the world, which considers
itself important, if in the midst of that world our laughter finds no echo, we
have but one choice: to take the world as a whole and make it the object of our
game; to turn it into a toy.